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Jun. 6th, 2005 04:12 pmI'm dim sometimes. Susan came up to me today and said, "It's D-Day!" I gave her a blank stare. "It's D-Day," she repeated. I couldn't figure her out. Was there something that was supposed to happen today? Was the director supposed to come in and tell us that our department was being eliminated? Why was she torturing me by being cryptic on a Monday morning? "D-DAY," she said. "June sixth??"
OH! THAT D-Day! Der.
I also forgot all about my doctor's appointment this morning. Rather, I knew I had one today, but I thought it was at 4:00 or 4:30. At about 10:35, I checked to find that it was at 10:15. Duh.
There were some fraudulent charges put on my bank account Friday, and now I can't use the account until I get a new card in 5-10 days. D'oh.
I think 3.5 years in Connecticut have finally turned me into a pussy. I walk outside, and in no time I'm sweating like a dog. Wait, dogs don't sweat. But you know what I mean. And it's not even 70 degrees outside! This sucks, man--I still hate the cold like poison, and now I can't stand the heat.
Our computer guys are clods. They told Mary that the CD-Rs (not CD-RWs) we have are rewriteable and that the "R" stands for "write." Um, no and no. He also wants us to use DirectCD, which has always seemed like a seriously goofy program to me.
I've seen Margaret the Shakespeare around a couple of times lately, which I was glad about. For a while, she was getting arrested a lot and, I think, was looking at some real jail time--all for panhandling and doing her performances on the street. To be fair, she had been getting more and more aggressive--there was that time she carjacked me, you know. There was an article in the Times about her back in December or so, but I can't find it. Oh, wait, here it is. Word up for Lexis-Nexis.
( A Resurgent Downtown Wearies Of a Street Poet's Antic Disposition )
OH! THAT D-Day! Der.
I also forgot all about my doctor's appointment this morning. Rather, I knew I had one today, but I thought it was at 4:00 or 4:30. At about 10:35, I checked to find that it was at 10:15. Duh.
There were some fraudulent charges put on my bank account Friday, and now I can't use the account until I get a new card in 5-10 days. D'oh.
I think 3.5 years in Connecticut have finally turned me into a pussy. I walk outside, and in no time I'm sweating like a dog. Wait, dogs don't sweat. But you know what I mean. And it's not even 70 degrees outside! This sucks, man--I still hate the cold like poison, and now I can't stand the heat.
Our computer guys are clods. They told Mary that the CD-Rs (not CD-RWs) we have are rewriteable and that the "R" stands for "write." Um, no and no. He also wants us to use DirectCD, which has always seemed like a seriously goofy program to me.
I've seen Margaret the Shakespeare around a couple of times lately, which I was glad about. For a while, she was getting arrested a lot and, I think, was looking at some real jail time--all for panhandling and doing her performances on the street. To be fair, she had been getting more and more aggressive--there was that time she carjacked me, you know. There was an article in the Times about her back in December or so, but I can't find it. Oh, wait, here it is. Word up for Lexis-Nexis.
( A Resurgent Downtown Wearies Of a Street Poet's Antic Disposition )
